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The Real World

Prologue

Looking back, now through the eyes of an older, wiser person, I'll admit that some of the things I did were irresponsible…and others down right stupid! I was young and, like most people my age, had many mistakes to learn from. However, unlike most people my age, my life held no room for mistakes.

A major war took place when I was only fifteen. I was thrown in to the politics of it, causing me to have no chose but to grow up faster and take on much more responsibility then most my age. But when the war ended my courier in politics began. At age sixteen I became the Vice Foreign Minister and the youngest politician in history. As Vice Foreign Minister it was my job to create peace between the United Earth's Sphere Alliance and the five Logarithm Colonies. You can imagine what a job that was! I attended hundreds of meetings, conferences, and lectures, most of which, I was the main speaker. Every time I went into public I was followed by a mob of news crews, magazine writers, fans, worshipers, criticizers, and every once and a while an assassin. I had to be mature, clean cut, put together, beautiful, well spoken and polite. Basically, I had to be perfect! And I was…on the outside. But on the inside I was far from perfect. On the inside I was creaming for someone to let me free from my caged life.

The worst part of it all was that even though I had much responsibility, I had no choice in how my personal life was run. No, my life was run by a counsel, of old politicians, that told me exactly what to do. The counsel decided everything in my life, from what I wore each day to what I ate. They even told me who I was permitted to talk to! Now you may be asking 'why did I put up with these old frogs if I was such an important politician'? Well, the war left me without parents and when I became Vice Foreign Minister the counsel adopted me. So they are my legal guardians and by law they can tell me what to do until I was 21. I hated them for that. I wanted to do what I wanted, when I wanted. I didn't want to listen to those old wind bags tell me what was best for my courier and me. I wanted to act like the child I was. I wanted to runaway! But as much as I wish I could do all that I couldn't. I couldn't do what I wanted, when I wanted. I couldn't stop listening to them tell me what to do with my courier. I couldn't act like a child. And even though I didn't runaway I'd like to think I did the next best thing. If your wondering what that was, well…I'll get to that.